The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"Awesome, Miss Yelan is very particular."

Chen Tianfeng glanced at the green and delicate tea powder at the bottom of the bowl, cupped his hands in admiration.

"wrong."

"Um?"

"I am Kafka now, not Yelan."

Ye Lan shook her head gently. After seeing Chen Tianfeng's slightly stunned expression, her eyes smiled even more and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Why, is there anything else that doesn't look like her?"

"...Not really, it's already very similar."

Chen Tianfeng grinned and held his hand again: "Miss Kafka is very particular."

"Brother Chen, thank you very much."

Ye Lan chuckled softly, obviously enjoying it.

Not long after, the spring water was already full.

Yelan picked up the kettle, poured some water into the bottom of the bowl, and mixed the green and delicate tea powder into a paste, then flushed the water from a high place to make it float on the mountain spring.

The strong aroma of tea suddenly burst out and filled the cabin.

Chen Tianfeng took a sniff and felt that the fragrance was pleasant. It was indeed the tea that came from Ningguang. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ye Lan lowering his head slightly and drawing seriously on the tea, so he couldn't help but hold his breath and couldn't bear to be disturbed.

The sunlight passed through the window and fell on Ye Lan's delicate profile. The hanging purple hair and eyes that somehow turned purple showed a sense of clarity and transparency, as if in a dream.

Low paper is laid slantingly, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.

This poem suddenly appeared in Chen Tianfeng's mind, and then he moved his eyes away with great perseverance, only staring at the tea bowl and watching the painting.

The painting in the tea bowl gradually takes shape, with a clump of orchids leaping on it, the lines are simple and very vivid.

"Okay, please use it."

Ye Lan sat up straight and gently pushed the tea bowl towards Chen Tianfeng.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Kafka."

Chen Tianfeng picked up the tea bowl, first looked at it carefully and smelled the aroma of tea. He couldn't bear to destroy the orchid picture on the tea soup, but he also wanted to taste the taste of the tea soup.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a photo camera, and he doesn't know if Ye Lan is willing to keep a photo. Otherwise, the tea and the tea maker must be frozen in time.

He raised his eyes to look at Ye Lan, then lowered his eyes, no longer hesitating, and took a sip.

Sure enough, the tea has a pleasant aroma, refreshing and sweet. There is also a touch of bitterness, but it is not obtrusive. On the contrary, it is like the finishing touch, taking the taste of this tea to a higher level.

"how?"

Yelan's eyes were full of smiles.

"Very good, so good that I can't think of how to describe it."

Chen Tianfeng took another sip and said with sincerity and emotion: "This is the best tea I have ever drunk. Compared with it, all the tea I have drunk in the past can no longer be called tea."

Especially Mr. Zhongli's incredibly bitter "tea", which is two extremes from the tea in front of me.

Chen Tianfeng sighed with emotion, recalling the tea he drank in Zhongli Courtyard, and a hallucinatory bitter taste suddenly appeared on the tip of his tongue. He quickly took another sip to suppress the bitter taste.

"That's good. It seems that my tea ceremony is not new yet."

Ye Lan was very satisfied with Chen Tianfeng's praise, changed the pot of water, put it on the small stove, and said as if unintentionally: "Brother Chen looked at it carefully before, I wonder how much he has learned?"

"I don't know, maybe 70% to 80%, maybe not even 10%." Chen Tianfeng shook his head and said, "There is a big difference between seeing with your eyes and remembering with your brain, and doing it yourself."

Just because you understand something and write it down doesn't mean you can reproduce it. The gap is sometimes so huge that it can be compared to cloud mud.

"Want to give it a try?"

Ye Lan raised her chin and pushed the complicated tea set towards Chen Tianfeng: "There is still some time, I can teach you."

…

Wangshu Inn,

The young immortal stood on a high place and looked down at the road near the inn. There was a caravan there, dusty and dusty. It looked like it was starting from Mondstadt and planning to go to Liyue Port.

Mandrill's eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the caravan, and then quickly looked away.

Chen Tianfeng is not in this caravan.

So is he still in Mondstadt, or has he just set off?

Mandrill was thinking about it, and wanted to go to the Shimen area to keep an eye on it, but the number of monsters in Dihuazhou has been fluctuating recently. If they leave their posts without authorization, there may be trouble.

Although the emperor said that Chen Tianfeng would most likely go to Liyue Port via the Wangshu Inn, he was asked to pay attention and return to report when he saw Chen Tianfeng entering Liyue. It didn't matter if he couldn't see it.

But he always wants to do better.

Mandrill pursed his lips and decided to speed up the task of clearing the monsters and squeeze out time to at least take a look at Shimen.

He closed his eyes lightly and turned into a ball of green wind mixed with black energy, disappearing.

After placing the goods and mules and horses, the vice president of the Bran Chamber of Commerce went straight to the front desk of the inn with the token in hand, intending to use the inn's channel to deliver the news to Liyue Port.

…

"Roar……"

Qiuqiu Lei Kabuto let out one last feeble roar, and his strong body fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

Chen Tianfeng put away the long knife and looked at Ye Lan: "Is this the last place?"

"Yes, the last one."

Ye Lan nodded lightly, and immediately looked at the long knife on Chen Tianfeng's waist, with doubts in his eyes: "Brother Chen's knife seems to be in a bad condition?"

If you read it correctly, the color of the blade is slightly dull, with a tendency to change from black to gray. There are also small cracks on it, making it look like it will break at any time.

"The power I control is too corrosive. The fact that this knife can last so long is beyond my expectation."

Chen Tianfeng pulled out the long knife with a "clang" sound, brushed the blade with his fingers, felt it carefully, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I can hold on for at least another month or two. When it really breaks, I will put it away. It’s also good as a souvenir.”

No matter the material or quality of this knife, it is not as good as his arm armor, and its tolerance to the breath of death is not high. And he likes to add a layer of flames to his sword when fighting, which can effectively cause a lot of damage to the enemy. But at the same time, the blade will also be eroded by the flames. Although he tries to control it, he can only slow down the erosion rather than avoid it.

"Can't even the knives produced by Black Rock Factory withstand Brother Chen's strength?" Ye Lan frowned slightly and then said, "When I return to Liyue Port, I will find a good knife for Brother Chen - a real good knife. ”

Although the one used by Chen Tianfeng is not bad, after all, it is a mass-produced model from the Black Rock Factory. It is far inferior to the legendary sword that the famous swordsman has devoted his efforts to build for several years or even ten years a day. Far inferior.

"That's great, Miss Raukafka is here."

Chen Tianfeng smiled, sheathed his sword, and walked towards the long-awaited ship with Ye Lan, but he didn't pay too much attention.

Treasured swords are hard to find, and swords that can withstand the pollution of death are hard to come by. Yelan most likely cannot find a long sword of the same level as the gauntlet. However, even if the level is not reached, it is still Ye Lan's wish. At worst, after receiving the new sword, it will only be used for viewing and maintenance, not for actual combat.